A piece of paper

Sounds like gout.

In his previous life, Xian Jin spent many years on the sick bed, entered and exited several times a year, became a doctor after a long illness, except for difficult and miscellaneous diseases, basic diseases can be roughly guessed, and he can basically guess which major categories they are.

Xian Jin hurriedly put away the plum wine and Qing Yulu, frowned and said, "Then don't drink for now, wait until you see the doctor tomorrow."

Chen Fu said "Ouch", "For a treat, the host's house doesn't drink, it's not justified!"

You want to drink it yourself.

Xian Jin was silent, and changed his mind, "This wine is not cheap, and the Song family's young master always tripped up Chen Ji, calling me a son of a bitch, and rewarding Uncle Dong with five copper coins— Are you sure you want to entertain him with this wine?"

Chen Fu frowned, furious, and slapped the table with his hand, "Why is that little bastard so hateful!"

Turning around, he picked up the jug, limped to the door of the private room and asked Xiao Er to save it, puffed out his cheeks and shouted loudly, "Return the stir-fried belly strips and cold-eat rabbit diced!"

Mumbling and walking back with a limp, "These two dishes are the best, don't give them to that bastard!"

Xian Jin: "..."

What a mature counterattack!

As the sky grew darker, small vendors in the night market set up lights and came out of their stalls one after another. After a while, the streets were full of people, and the people of Jing County began a lively and safe nightlife.

Xian Jin looked at the four lonely plates of cold dishes in front of him, and his mood was calm and stable.

Isn't it expected that Song Baixi was late to show off?
On the other hand, Chen Fu, who was already very angry at the phrase "bitch", and his hoof hurts, and his stomach is still hungry. He wanted to get angry while waiting for the meal. He just stretched his upper body to scold his mother, but he saw Song Baixi pushed the door by the waiter. And enter.

This is the first time Xian Jin has seen an opponent who made two moves across the air.

Tall and thin, wearing a long gown, about 25 or [-] years old, with a long back and a long face, looking around with squinted eyes, presumably nearsighted.

Xian Jin stood up with a smile, "You are Song Dong's family, right? Please take a seat."

The waiter pushed away the chair.

Song Baixi squinted his eyes and looked over, but he didn't see the famous 15-year-old Chen Erlang from the Chen family. Feeling a little disappointed, he raised his jaw, "No need! Since you invited me, I'm here to save face. Now that I have saved face, I don't need to sit and eat with you little girl."

"You—" Chen Fu tried to hit him with a limp.

Xian Jin raised his hand to stop Chen Fu, with a smile on his face, but his tone was still brisk, "You came here to give me face, the old steward is in poor health, you are the only person who talks about it in the entire Song Ji, and you must be very busy with everything. .”

Song Baixi's face turned pale, he had read too much, his eyes were not clear, and he could only see the outline of a girl.

That's about it, it's pretty good.

With fair skin, slim figure, tall stature, red lips and white teeth, he is definitely not an ugly person.

Song Baixi snorted softly, pushed the chair away, and sat down by himself. As he got closer, he could see Xianjin more clearly. He saw the little girl's plain lake-colored singlet, with a dark brown hem rolled around the collar, and the corners of her lips seemed to smile. Fei smiled, his eyes were slightly raised, his expression was cool and cool, and he had a cool and charming charm.

Song Baixi swallowed lightly.

No one has ever told him that Chen Ji's Shopkeeper He is a rare beauty!
If he had known earlier, he would have told that old man to show mercy and stop chasing and beating Chen Ji.
Xian Jin personally poured Song Baixi a cup of burning knives, and said with a smile, "It's time to treat you to dinner. There are not five paper shops in Jing County that do business well, and there are three. The shop that reads well, but You and your family alone should have come to visit the pier early in the morning. It’s a pity that you were delayed by chores, and later the business of painting red started, and you were running around, let alone have no time.”

Xian Jin raised his head, drank the tea in front of him, took the empty teacup to salute Song Baixi's burning knife, and smiled kindly, "My son doesn't know how to drink, and the third master is ill, so I have to substitute tea for wine as punishment. You are a scholar, naturally you can understand, right?"

Chen Fu frowned.

Scholars. Why should I forgive you for taking tea to toast.
Is it because people read stupidly?
Chen Fu originally thought that Song Baixi was going to lose his temper, but unexpectedly saw him pick up a pair of burnt knives and dry it up in one gulp.

Song Baixi was overwhelmed. He didn't know whether he was being flattered or drunk. He sat on the table and waved his hands, "Praise you!"

Xian Jin smiled and poured another cup of weak tea for Chen Fuman, with a very low posture, "... Our third master of Chen Ji is also honored to toast you! It would be great if our third master is half as smart as you - this is our What Mrs. Qu is talking about every day!"

Song Baixi only felt that he was about to float into the sky.

So socializing outside is such a dignified thing?
It's strange that the old man always goes to the drinking party by himself, and never thought of taking him with him!Otherwise, with his clever tongue and bright mind as a scholar, he should have the final say in the store long ago!
Under the prestige of the golden eyes, Chen Fu picked up the teacup in embarrassment, lowered the rim of the cup carelessly, and swallowed it in one gulp.

He, Mr. Chen, has never been at the wine table in his life, so he has never talked about martial arts!

Song Baixi drank alcohol to his face, and a cup of burning knives made his cheeks blush. Seeing that Chen Fu drank so proudly, he stood up suddenly, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Xian Jin smiled and clapped his hands beside him, praising his scholarly spirit and scolding Fang Qiu.

Song Baixi suddenly felt high-spirited.

Immediately afterwards, three glasses of wine were toasted one by one in the name of Mrs. Qu, the second master of the Chen family, and the star of hope.

Three or four hot dishes were served by the people in the waiter. Song Baixi was just about to pick up chopsticks and take two bites to relieve the burning heat of the empty chest and stomach, but the girl next door let out a long sigh, followed by a small sigh. The girl whispered softly, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Others say that the young master of the Song family is a student. If he hadn't been troubled by the stink of common affairs, he would have won the first place and become an official. I'm afraid they have all entered the Hanlin Qingxiu now."

Song Baixi's mind seemed to be stuffed with a lump of cotton, and his feet seemed to be stepping on white clouds. He followed Xian Jin's words and stuck out his tongue, "Who said it wasn't... I just missed my studies because of too many chores, otherwise I would be in the same position now." It's on the top two lists!"

Chen Fu looked away.

You haven't passed the exam for your fucking talent, why are you on the top two lists?

Drinking business wine is really uncomfortable.

Xian Jin nodded his head in agreement with sincerity, and looked at the stupid hunchback with great enthusiasm...

Chen Fu decided to go to the workshop tomorrow to take a look.

Sister Jin's sense of faith is too strong, and the sacrifice is too great!

"Then is there still a chance to study now?"

Xian Jin smiled and took a piece of vegetarian chicken and put it in his mouth. He said regretfully, "The seedlings who are looking for flowers can't study, just like they are born with supernatural powers and can't be the number one in martial arts. They are all reckless."

Tanhua!

His stomach was empty, and the burning knife was working in his body without any hindrance. Song Baixi's mind was in a daze, and he accurately grasped the word "Tanhua".

Yes!

As young as he is, good-looking and good at reading, once he passes the exam, he will definitely be called Tanhualang!

Song Baixi shook his head, as if he had seen the scene where the long street was paved with red and ten miles were welcoming him!
It's a pity he didn't study...

Song Baixi raised his head, drank a glass of wine with himself.

Xian Jin muttered, "Actually, it's not too late for you to go to study now. The people who control you are paralyzed, and the guys in the workshop have a new way out... You are free, and you can fulfill your wish..."

Yes
Those who restrain him are speechless!Why talk nonsense in front of him!

There are also those guys who don't know a few big characters.

Headed by Master Gao, there was a sour and sour smell on his body, like a sweat towel buried in the soil for forty or fifty days, it was fishy, ​​sour and astringent, and the smell made his eyes smudge.

These people are no longer by his side!
The old father who forced him to take over Song Ji also died four or five years ago!
Nobody cares about him!

Song Baixi was dazzled by this cognition.

Xian Jinru was chatting with Chen Fu, and said with a smile, "If I keep my word, I will take my money and go to Yunnan, Yanbian, Fujian, and Ryukyu, and no one will tell me."

Xian Jin smiled, as if casually toasting Song Baixi with a glass of wine, "I really envy you! You can do whatever you want! If I were you, I would hand out Song Ji and go to the capital to study in the capital with the money! Wait for the exam. The number one scholar, returning to his homeland in rich clothes, isn’t it better to earn those two pieces of silver to honor his ancestors?!”

"Crackling—" It seemed that a door opened in front of Song Baixi's eyes.

"Kang, kuang, kuang——" Chen Fu's heart was beating violently in his chest, this aunt was... also... too vile, it was the idea!
Song Baixi clenched his wine glass tightly, and the spirit of wine rushed up to Tianling Gai, "What did you say?"

Xian Jin ate a piece of tofu indifferently, and said loudly, "I say! If I were you, I would set up a shop and take the money to study at the Imperial College of the Imperial College! The imperial examination is much easier than here!"

Song Baixi's ears were buzzing, as if he had been knocked out by a huge and sudden surprise. In front of his eyes, which couldn't see clearly, the scenes overlapped and lagged behind, like afterimages.

"How am I?"

Song Baixi said in a low voice, "The shop is rented, buddy. The buddy ran away."

Sure enough, the shops of the big guys are all leased from Yamen.

Xian Jin laughed, "Where's your Curry?! How much stock does Curry have? And your brand! The 'Song Ji' brand!"

Xian Jin joked loudly, "That's it! For the sake of our love, I will offer 1000 taels to buy the paper in your library! I will also take over the sublet of your shop!"

The little girl seemed to be joking, her voice was carefree, and she didn't take it seriously.

Song Baixi was serious.

He really has nothing to lose
He has nothing in Curry!
There are three thousand dollars of coral peach paper that has been cut into the size of a book page!
Coral peach paper can be sold for two or three taels for a single knife, and the cost is about half a penny to one tael.
The cut paper is worthless at all!
Song Baixi took a deep look at Xian Jin in a dazed state, and a sense of malice suddenly rose in his heart.

If it is 1000 taels of silver, he can get rid of the three thousand pieces of paper. It is true that he has been relieved and has money in his hands. At least he can comfortably pay homage to the master in the capital and study hard for four or five years. Book
If you miss this village, there will be no such store!

I can only gamble, this beautiful little hoof doesn't know the tragedy of the three thousand pieces of coral peach paper!
Song Baixi grabbed the wine glass and tried to widen his eyes, "You! You are serious!"

Xian Jin pursed his lips, trying hard to hide his smile.

Chen Fu looked at Xian Jin in surprise—he remembered that the living money in the account seemed...it seemed to be only three hundred taels...